French Country Reflections : Old Mirrors

In an earlier post, I talked about how to use old mirrors in decorating 

to add sparkle to a bland wall or to set a mood, whether cheery or romantic.

How to add light to a dark room by hanging them across from a window. 

And how to create elegance or a sense of history with lovely patina on old frames and hazy glass.

But this post is not about decorating with mirrors per se.

In a way it's about what we see in the mirror and how that reflects who we are. 

Mirrors do reflect the room they're in 

but they also cause us to reflect about ourselves and what is important in our lives.

Have you ever tried this little exercise?

If your house was on fire and you could only save three possessions, what would you take?

Of course, pets and family members are not possessions so they don't count.
And they would certainly be the most important things to save. 

I'm talking about those material possessions that matter most to us.

That personify who we are and in which we see ourselves reflected.

When I asked myself this question, I walked through my entire house,

looking at everything and you know what? 

Nothing jumped out at me and yelled, "Save me!"

But the more I thought about it,
the more I realized I am, to some extent, my stuff.
We personalize our homes with our possessions.

Were I to downsize to just the basics, would I (the person that I am today) still exist?

I'm all about simplifying and getting rid of clutter but I'm definitely not a minimalist.
I look at my belongings, those things that I have collected over the years,
and I remember where I found each thing or it found me and what it meant to me.
And still does.

So, what would I save?
Of course, I would save personal photographs and my old teddy bear.
These things have an emotional value to me.
They reflect my love of family and friends.

And how could I not save my favorite pieces of ironstone
 after all the estate sales and thrift stores I've sought out to find that special piece?
Ironstone reflects my down-to-earth simple style. 

I love the vintage furniture I've brought into my home, especially those cherished wooden pieces.

Somehow, I'd find a way to save my antique English hutch and my chippy red farm table
even if I had to ask the firemen to help me carry them out!
These sturdy old pieces reflect my love of history and respect for hand-crafted things.

I'm not saying material possessions are who I am; they don't define me.

But, when it comes down to it, I recognize myself in them.
What I see in a mirror is not just a room full of furniture and accessories.

These things have become part of my personal history. My story.
My home and my possessions reflect my journey. 

And I see that story reflected in my mirrors. 

And what I see in my mirror's reflection is not a house but my home
-- a solid yet intangible thing --
(that I fervently hope the firemen save if there's a fire!)

Yes, it is about possessions but not simply materialism. 

It's more of a feeling that my mirrors reflect back to me. 

Of safety and shelter and comfort and memories.

And so I hold my mirrors' reflections dear as I save them . . .
in my mind and in my heart.

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Weekend Treasure Hunt

The Rocky Mountains are dusted with snow, 

as if a giant baker has sifted powdered sugar onto their peaks. 

Autumn has slipped quietly down the mountains and into the city 

where it seems the leaves have turned golden almost overnight. 

It's a lovely time of year here in Denver with cool nights for sleeping and bright sunshine during
the day. Everywhere you look the leaves have turned yellow and plum, red and orange. 

It's also a lovely time for end-of-the-summer yard sales.

True, there aren't as many sales now but the prices are better 

and some people prefer to hold their sales in cooler weather. 

So, there are still bargains if you're willing to look for them. And, of course, I am.

I've found some real treasures lately, some dainty like this pretty painted tin 

with three triangular bottles for perfume or lotions that snug perfectly together.

I adore this clip-on lamp shade I found that sparkles when you turn it on, 

revealing pinpoints of light like a starry sky shining through the tiny holes. 

With gold trim, it's a perfect size and fit for my kitchen counter lamp.

And it was a "gift with purchase" by the sweet lady hosting the sale. 

This scale was a great find hidden in a garage crammed full of greasy tools. 

I love the cream and black colors and how it looks in my kitchen.

I think this lampshade from another sale looks like it just came out of a chic Paris apartment. 

I've been watching for a mannequin head form to display a cloche hat 

but all I could find were those ugly plastic or styrofoam ones. 

A neighborhood sale offered this wonderful old linen head and I snatched it up for $10!

Another little jewel of a find was this silver music box that once held loose powder and a puff. 

The sides of the tin are worn slick in two spots where someone's fingers turned it over 

and over to wind the music box. Such a story it tells with each note. 

Was it a young girl dreaming of romance or a mother who played it for her sleepy baby? 

Or maybe an elderly woman with special memories to treasure every time she heard this song?

Always with an eye out for old ironstone, I discovered this elegant gravy boat at a local sale
to add to my collection. Sometimes it's hard to remember what's on the shelf at home 

but for $5 I took a chance and was happy to find I didn't have one like this (in the back).

At the same sale, I spied a large platter with heavy crazing, muted brown tints
and faded blue flowers. I was thrilled when I saw it was Limoges. Be still my heart. 

I love to uncover tablecloths with substance and texture piled under a stack of plain white sheets
and pillowcases. The big red one with apples was made in France while the small red and white check with fringe is perfect for dining al fresco. And there's the blue one that makes my heart sing. 

I even found one that someone had made out of toile, edged with checked fabric.

When I discovered these wonderful red garden obelisks, I just had to bring them home with me.

$5 for the pair!!

 Come back in the spring to see them in big pots planted with flowers.

We probably have a couple of weeks before cold weather hits.

And that means a few more weekends of yard sales.

Who wants to go shopping with me?

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A Mysterious Woman from the Past

Sorting through paperwork from a family estate, we found a large envelope filled with old photos. 

We weren't sure where they came from or who they were. 

As I sifted through them, I looked for evocative images on cardboard or heavy paper.

And here's what I found . . . Isn't she a beauty?

This photo of a mysterious young woman, probably from the turn of the century,

touched my heart but I wasn't sure why.

Was it the portrait's glimpse into the past --
another era gone by, a time before cell phones or video or computers?

It's hard to look at these old photos without wondering about the story behind them.

Was it the pose that drew me to her -- so unusual for that time period?

Is she dreaming about something, perhaps unattainable, but so very desirable?

Or maybe she's remembering a lost love, 

resting her elbow on the arm of the chair with her hand against her face,

imagining it's his hand.

What about her long, loose hair?

Most women in these old photos wore their hair pinned up or gathered in a tight bun. 

And her hands look smooth and soft. 

Was she a daughter of privilege? 

Or was she a governess, missing her family far away?

Although the photo is sepia-toned, I imagine she had red hair and green eyes. 

With that ivory skin, she must have been enchanting.

Her dress, while modest, suggests a sensuality and youthful desire.

You can't help but notice her teeny tiny waist. 

Is there a corset cinched up under that dress?

Sometimes there's a note on the back of these old photos

with the name of the person in the picture or a date like the one below.

Scrawled in flowery handwriting in ink or smudged pencil, 

these simple notes often tell you something about the people in the photo.

Unfortunately, the back of this photo is blank.  

So we don't know who she was, where she was from
or why she has that faraway look in her eyes.

There's something about this picture that haunts me and captures my heart.

So I tuck it into the mirror on my desk so that I see it every time I sit down to write.

This mysterious woman from the past sends my thoughts swirling
and inspires me to follow my dreams. 

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Colorado Eye Candy - What a Treat!

Is November really just around the corner? 

Where has the summer gone?

But Colorado is so beautiful this time of year and I'm ready for a little change. 

Emphasis on "little." No snow yet please.

So, here's a bit of Colorado eye candy to welcome November.

I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.
Ready for a walking tour in the old neighborhoods of Denver?
Let's go!

Rocky Mountain High!

Happy November!

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